Besides, healthy cooking and eating just sound soooooo boring and time consuming

and as if

potato chips and bacon could be prohibited!!!!!

Can you relate so far?

Can I hear an 'AMEN'?

However,

2014

is slated to be my year to do some things I promised myself I'd accomplish in 2013.

(And 2012 . . . and 2011 . . . and . . . you get the picture . . . )

I'm NOT going to go crazy gangbusters and flash in the pan right off the bat.

(Is that wayyyy to many colloquialisms in one sentence?)

I AM beginning in a moderate way,

to improve.

I'm a simple

'one step at a time'

kinda girl.

I have to prove to myself that this will be worth the

time, money and effort it will involve.

and that bacon will not become a thing of the past - just saying . . .

Confession #3

I truly

don't care to hear one peep

out of those who already have found nirvana in eating everything organic.

Or those of you who cook everything from scratch and bake your own bread

and make your own butter.

Love you girls . . . but I don't need ANY pressure here.

(Read "encouragement" or "suggestions" or "recipes".)

This blog is by a successful, professional, leadership type,

(stubborn, hard headed, firstborn,

gotta do it my way)

sort of girl

who has just taken the first simple step and will proceed at her own pace.

Confession #4

That said,

if you want to read along and hear the pitfalls and progress of what I'm trying,

then

welcome to my world.

I'm going to share some

V E R Y

simple ways to make life better in 2014.

Simple.

Repeat: Simple.

Confession #5

I hate a hard sell.

I detest salesman trying to push products.

I abhor friends and family members conning me into something they're sold on.

I hang up on telephone solicitors.

-I'm a nice person - really I am -

I was helping my daughter in the kitchen on Christmas day

and reached into the fridge for milk for my coffee,

and found

a GLASS milk bottle.

Like from the 1950's.

It read organic.

I rolled my eyes.

She's healthy . . . they eat real food . . . she writes a blog . . .

okay -she's perfect.

I only have cream in my fridge. For coffee.

I don't tolerate milk.

I mean, my digestive tract doesn't tolerate milk.

I spent too many years being force fed milk as a kid, and was ALWAYS suffering.

Who knew in the 1950's that people couldn't digest cow's milk as well as calves can?

Anyway, I took note while rolling my eyes.

'Door to Door Organics'.

She tells me they really deliver to her door.

"Not just milk mom - all the groceries you need."

"We go to Costco occasionally for some things, but basically, these guys do the bulk of our work for us now."

I ask, "doesn't the milk spoil while the food sits outside your door all day when you're away from home?"

(Can you hear my doubtful tone and sarcasm?)

"Nope - they pack it in ice and you can leave a cooler in a special place and they follow your instructions!"

I think to myself,

it sure would be nice to not have to go grocery shopping.

End of thought process for that topic.

Later on I thought,

I get into trouble choosing groceries, NOT because I'm stupid or uneducated about what's good for me - but because I am tired and hungry and want immediate gratification and don't want to stand around cooking after Ive been on my feet for 10 hours.

**Please note - this is NOT an advertisement - just the facts of what I'm learning this week - about a bunch of things, including myself.**

Confession #6

Several days later, after a terrible bout of my lifelong diverticulitis and feeling generally miserable,

I thought to myself,

"you need to get healthy and stop eating all the junk food and processed garbage that you exist on".